Beau. Sure she cannot know I love _La Nuche_. [Aside.] The Devil take me, spoil’d! What Rascal has inveigled thee? What lying fawning Coward has abus’d thee? When fell you into this Leudness? Pox, thou art hardly worth the loving now, that canst be such a Fool, to wish me chaste, or love me for that Virtue; or that wouldst have me a ceremonious Whelp, one that makes handsom Legs to Knights without laughing, or with a sneaking modest Squirish Countenance; assure you, I have my Maidenhead. A Curse upon thee, the very thought of Wife has made thee formal. Aria. I must dissemble, or he’ll stay all day to make his peace again—why, have you ne’er—a Mistress then? Beau. A hundred, by this day, as many as I like, they are my Mirth, the business of my loose and wanton Hours; but thou art my Devotion, the grave, the solemn Pleasure of my Soul—Pox, would I were handsomly rid of thee too. [Aside.] —Come, I have business—send me pleas’d away. Aria. Would to Heaven thou wert gone; [Aside.] You’re going to some Woman now. Beau. Oh damn the Sex, I hate ’em all—but thee—farewell, my pretty jealous-sullen-Fool. [Goes out. Aria. Farewel, believing Coxcomb. [Enter _Lucia_. Lucia. Madam, the Clothes are ready in your Chamber. Aria. Let’s haste and put ’em on then. [Runs out. ACT III. Scene I. A House. Enter _Fetherfool_ and _Blunt_, staring about, after them _Shift_. Shift. Well, Gentlemen, this is the Doctor’s House, and your fifty Pistoles has made him intirely yours; the Ladies 154 too are here in safe Custody—Come, draw Lots who shall have the Dwarf, and who the Giant. [They draw. Feth. I have the Giant. Blunt. And I the little tiny Gentlewoman. Shift. Well, you shall first see the Ladies, and then prepare for your Uncle _Moses_, the old _Jew_ Guardian, before whom you must be very grave and sententious: You know the old Law was full of Ceremony. Feth. Well, I long to see the Ladies, and to have the first Onset over. Shift. I’ll cause ’em to walk forth immediately. [Goes out. Feth. My Heart begins to fail me plaguily—would I could see ’em a little at a Distance before they come slap dash upon a Man. [Peeping. Hah!—Mercy upon us!—What’s yonder!—Ah, _Ned_, my Monster is as big as the Whore of _Babylon_—Oh I’m in a cold Sweat— [_Blunt_ pulls him to peep, and both do so. Oh Lord! she’s as tall as the St. _Christopher_ in _Notre-dame_ at _Paris_, and the little one looks like the Christo upon his Shoulders—I shall ne’er be able to stand the first Brunt. Blunt. ’Dsheartlikins, whither art going? [Pulls him back. Feth. Why only—to—say my Prayers a little—I’ll be with thee presently. [Offers to go, he pulls him. Blunt. What a Pox, art thou afraid of a Woman— Feth. Not of a Woman, _Ned_, but of a She _Gargantua_, I am of a _Hercules_ in Petticoats. Blunt. The less Resemblance the better. ’Shartlikins, I’d rather mine were a _Centaur_ than a Woman: No, since my _Naples_ Adventure, I am clearly for your Monster.